My heart cannot feel
My heart is an eel
A slippery, slimy old eel.
It cares not of love
Or of heaven above
It wants only to find its next meal.
Don’t ask me to say
You look pretty today
Don’t ask me to say
That you’re sweet
My heart is an eel
A wriggly eel
It only wants something to eat.
Don’t ask about me
Or what film we should see
Don’t ask for a Valentine’s card
My heart is an eel
A beady-eyed eel
For eels, such questions are hard.
You think that I’m sad?
That I’m lonely or mad?
You’re wrong, and I’m telling you why
My heart is an eel
A rubbery eel
And rubbery eels do not cry.
